Horrible details recurred to her. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. Brown or Jones, I dare say. Water I need. Somewhere you may stumble upon a clew to his identity.
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